>>5306455“Now then,” Groans the witch as her trio of golems watch you like a gaggle of very burly hawks, “Anything else I can elucidate for you? You don’t appear to be motivated by the very real possibility of your preemitive race being subjugated by <span class="mu-r">DEMONS,</span> but perhaps a reminder that you might expire from <span class="mu-i">starvation</span> will expedite things?”
At the mention of the word ‘<span class="mu-i">starvation</span>’, Lil’ Stanley emerges from her hiding place behind Talbot’s back with a look of abject terror on her masked face! Hey, yea, you snicker, she could use a diet, couldn’t she? <span class="mu-i">Fattie!</span>
“I was referring to your shared and <span class="mu-i">very</span> preemitive nutrient dependency.” The witch sighs. “<span class="mu-i">Stupid</span>.”
Okay, dork, you counter, if she’s so smart, what are she and her dipstick <span class="mu-r">MASTER</span> planning, huh?
“Hmmm… nah. Not touchink that one…”
You blink. She can’t, or she won’t?
“Yes.”
Great. Whether you want to follow her plan or not, the <span class="mu-r">SEA WITCH,</span> or rather her proxy soldiers, await your next move… and your decision.
What say you?
>FINE, YOU’LL HANDLE HER DIRTY WORK!>SHE CAN HANDLE THIS DEMON CRAP ON HER OWN IF SHE’S SO COOL! YOU’RE NOT WORKING WITH HER!>HOLD UP–YOU’VE GOT SOME MORE QUESTIONS!>CAN SHE, LIKE, GIVE YOU A MINUTE TO CHAT WITH YOUR TEAM FIRST?>QUICK! ATTACK THE GOLEMS WHILE SHE’S DISTRACTED!>WRITE-IN! 